C. Kunda (BMI) - No L's lyrics

No L's Verse 1 Still paying dues dropped, so I relapsed with some new sh** Got your crew sick OD on these cruel hits Humble n***a, but believe I get rude quick With the music I am a beast f** what you think On these mics baby boy got a full clip Double barrel, buck shells when this fool spit Got a wife and three kids, so my grinds thick So dead prez only cats that I'm cool wit Cause the mighty dollar Brings the mighty power To make some n***as sour Cause you're doing what some are proud of Nay Sayers and doubters Homie I ain't worried about them I already set the bait, soon enough they will follow Yup Chorus I ain't stopping homeboy I got sh** to do I've been rapping for a minute still these n***as don't get the clue f** waiting on these n***as, I am go ahead and make my move Keep winning on these s**ers Turning blue waiting for me to loose Verse 2 Go ahead and chase ho's I am run towards the pesos Got sh** on my credit that I got to pay off Money never sleeps, so I can't take a day off Making history is all that came for I'm chasing mills, crazy deals to sign my name on And Bring it back to the city and put my mans on I Work hard so the top is where I land on Blowing haze, you can call that getting my cam ooooonnnnnn!!!! So they telling me to put the rap down That's like telling G's who ride to put their strap down That's like telling An addict shorty put the crackdown I'm addicted to this sh** I can't stop now Me quit, how that sound Never in a milli What I'm dealing I'm finding to make a k**ing Keep spitting Till they tell me I'm one of the best whoever did it Keep giving flocka flame, playing rap like hunger games